Posts by Driscoll.

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  • the color of her eyes. [p]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]The black-tinted canine wandered into the water after her, eyes on her slender figure as the water lapped gently at it. She was...beautiful, and the gradually sinking sun served only to highlight this attractiveness. Driscoll wasted no time in slipping in after her, and he paddled swiftly to her side, a grin coming to his lips. At the mention of alcohol, he hesitated slightly. He did not approve of it...he never had...but where was the harm in wine? It was just the hard liquors, yes...nothing could come from some wine. [b]"I would be more than happy to drink some Targaryen wine with you."

  • not going to stop -- private (storm's end)

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]'My lord'; it felt odd to be called such a thing, and while he knew it wasn't because of a personal respect held by Seracletona - she called most everyone 'my lord' or 'my lady', didn't she? - it was still a somewhat humbling, highly enjoyable experience. "Please, Seracletona - we are housemates. You may call me Driscoll, though if you, like I, do enjoy using formalities it may be best to use 'Ser'. That's a common form of address for Knights, isn't it?" he'd only just learned this himself, funnily enough...the wolf approached the she-cat with a pleasant smile adorning his face, tapered tail swishing. "But, yes, I am here. How I can be of assistance?"

  • go and seize your birthright || open - hatching thread #1

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Driscoll chuckled softly at the little noise made by the second hatchling, and murmured, "Another gorgeous son...congratulations." what must it be like to watch the first moments of your child's life?

  • i'd give you the world || open - hatching thread #2

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]"Perhaps that should be his name, Your Majesty." suggested the wolf in a hushed tone - he was aware it wasn't his place to name the hatchling, but something about the word burdock seemed to fit the little greenish-brown fellow. "In any case...he looks wonderful, Your Highness. Your Grace. Congratulations."

  • not going to stop -- private (storm's end)

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]The fact that she came to him was quite a surprise, but an honor nonetheless. He nodded at once, almost before she'd finished speaking - anything to help a newcomer he was willing to do. He was helpful like that, he supposed. [b]"Of course, Sera! I would be more than happy to assist you. Do you wish to start with some specific inquiries first?"

  • Plot with Driscoll?

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Yup, I can! :3
    Gimme a second though, I have other private threads to attend to *w*

  • the color of her eyes. [p]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Her sudden closeness, and subsequent distance messed with Driscoll's feelings, as the urge to kiss her again swallowed him up. He watched her closely, a look of faint longing and desire in his pale eyes, though he made sure to listen to her as she spoke. "Eerie indeed." murmured the canine in a soft tone of agreement, gazing thoughtfully at the imposingly beautiful Dragonstone. As she sunk a little lower in the water he aimed to let her rest her head against his muscled chest, offering her a smile which possibly showed some of the passions this intimate swim was stirring within him. It was...sudden, supremely so, but he had not felt like this in a very long time. She brought it out in him. "The view from the top of the Eyrie." was his immediate response(though it was hard to resist from saying 'you'). "I may now be a Baratheon...but the Vale will never leave my heart."

  • Plot with Driscoll?

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]eurydice: likes driscoll and shireen
    shireen: likes eurydice
    driscoll: likes and potentially loves laertes, likes eurydice and lorina, is having illegitimate children with laertes, eurydice's daughter, and may marry shireen, who he does not like but is too awkward to say no to


    [i]driscoll you are ruining everyone's love life

  • will you stay the night? || king's landing {private}

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Her faith in the Arryns' return surprised him: it seemed the people who were mostly responsible for their fall had only pleasant things to say, for even Kenshi, the man who benefited most from the Arryns' and Starks' downfalls said he was sad to see them go. "Thank you, Your Majesty - I hope to see that happen, as well, though I suppose only time will tell." he gave a brief, wistful smile, and then came a cautious inquiry. "May I ask, Your Highness, why I was summoned? I do not mind, of course, and I am fine with a simple conversation - I would just consider you to be too busy to shoot the breeze, as it were, with a Baratheon Knight."

  • Inactivity Notice! [Important]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]I will be going on vacation from May 23rd to June 1st; ten days.


    Driscoll is one of my favorite characters of all time, and I don't want him to just disappear and lose connections with his friends and clanmates - plus, I don't really fancy him being demoted. As such, I've made sure he will be temped! By four people, in fact - each has said they're willing to temp him for all ten days, each know all they need to about him, and each are reliable and lovely, lovely people. <33 They are listed below, with links.


    Tempers:
    1. Endless.
    2. Lilysplash
    3. Callisto.
    4. Golden.


    Thank you for your understanding - my inactivity will start on the 23rd, though hopefully everything will go back to normal on the 1st. There is a slight possibility that I'll be inactive for a little while longer, as we are moving right after we get home from our vacation, but everything should be fine. I'll put up a separate notice and such if that's the case - for now, this is all you all need to worry about! Hopefully it'll seem as though I never left. <3

  • the color of her eyes. [p]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]Her kiss was feather-light, but it was enough. Enough to ignite the feelings which had been filling him like hot drink. He broke - his desire swamped him, as his anger had not so long ago during his rant about Amatus. Driscoll attempted to kiss her back, his response about the Vale lost in his passionate attempt - if she seemed to go along with it, if she was willing and consenting, he'd aim to move towards the shore, where things would slide into the place where it needed to be faded out. If not...if she was repulsed by his advance, he'd withdraw from his attempted kiss and actions with many hurried apologies.

  • the color of her eyes. [p]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]OOC: most of my characters don't last long enough, muse-wise, to advance to relationships...plus it's kind of uncommon nowadays. x3 so i get that feeling!!
    do you want to have them wake up here or make the thread where she tells him she's pregnant and go on from there? i can make it, if w're doing the latter

  • the color of her eyes. [p]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]The bed he was lying on was very soft, and the warm body next to him was pleasant and comforting - he would've felt wonderful had it not been for a certain pain in his head. Was this what happened after you consumed a great quantity of alcohol? Driscoll's pale eyes roamed the room, moving from the wine to the bed to the woman at his side. He realized what had happened after she greeted him. "Laertes...I..." his words were heavy with sleepiness, and while parts of him simply wanted to lay at the young Targaryen's side he was still reeling from the recollection which had crashed over him. They'd done swimming...and then they'd tumbled up here...and they'd drunk wine...and then..."Laertes, I...good morning."


    It looked as though he had spent the night here in Dragonstone after all.

  • the color of her eyes. [p]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font: 11pt ; width: 420px; text-transform: none][size=8]She seemed entirely unruffled, and it was because of this that he relaxed...somewhat. "Very well. This bed is wonderful; and it's always easier if you're in good company." he smiled and aimed to gently nose her cheek, though concern and surprise was still evident in his pale eyes. [b]"Um...do you happen to recall...last night?"